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Summary: The now-adult Draco Malfoy is given a task by his mother who is a member in a certain British coven that's familiar to a certain redheaded Sunnydale citizen who went all Darth Rosenberg last season. Will he fail? *formerly titled "Like a Little Prayer"

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Harry Potter > Willow-Centered > Pairing: Draco MalfoyechoFR1825,7002104,40318 Apr 037 May 03No

Snogging the Mission

Part Two: Snogging the Mission


"So... snogging the mission."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Thought I told you to bugger off last night, Potter."

"Yeah, well, I reckon you deserve some... poking for making me sleep on the floor while you were snuggling up in that nice comfy bed with that gorgeous and lithe little redhead."

"You best keep your fresh pickled toad eyes off my Willow, Potter."

"Your Willow, is she now?"

"Oh bugger off!"

Harry just grinned as he watched Draco storm out of the kitchen. Dawn passed him on the way in.

"What did you do?"

"Confirmed my suspicions. He thinks he's so mysterious. I've his number. I know him... now."

"Now?" Dawn said as she hopped up on the island in the kitchen that Harry was leaned on.

"We used to be rivals."



There was a loud pop and two people were in the kitchen with them. Dawn screamed and jumped ONTO Harry. Buffy skidded into the kitchen with Kennedy behind her. Both had crossbows armed and at the ready, and both were in their pajamas.

Hermione cocked her head to the side at Harry with a teenage girl in his arms. Then looked to Buffy and Kennedy. "Which of you is the slayer?" She said in her most matter of fact voice.

"Hermione." Ron muttered.

Draco stepped in behind the slayer and slayer in training. "Oh you are fucking kidding me."

"Hello, Draco."

Buffy lowered her bow and looked at him. "More of your friends?"

"We're here to help." Hermione stated firmly. She held out her hand to Buffy. "I'm Hermione Granger-Weasley."

Buffy took it. "Buffy Summers."

"Ah, the slayer." She surveyed Buffy. "Why you're no bigger than I am. I thought you'd be bigger, you know, being the slayer and all. But I really suppose size doesn't matter in vampire slaying, hmm? Are you really as good as the rumors? Did you really kill a hellgod? And a giant snake that was a human turned? Harry killed a basilisk once. It's a giant snake too."

Ron cleared his throat.

"Oh, this is my husband Ron Weasley."

Harry snickered at the look on Ron's face. The boy who lived had since set Dawn back on her feet. The girl was blushing furiously at having literally jumped him. He was WAY cute, and she'd never keep the fact that she was thinking it hidden if she did embarrassing stuff like jump and crawl all over him.

"What are the two of you doing here?" Draco asked as he stepped in between Buffy and Kennedy, lowering Kennedy's crossbow gently with his hand.

"It's like she said, ferret. We're here to help. And you had better get used to it. Your mother's due to arrive in a day or so."

"My mother?"

"Mine too. And Snape."

"Oh bloody fucking hell." Draco muttered.

"Tell me about it. Damn." Ron muttered.

"Language." Buffy said, her eyes darting to Dawn.

"Oh like I've never heard the word fuck before."


"Just be glad I'm SAYING it and not DOING it."

No one said anything.

Harry started snickering. Ron quickly followed him in laughter. They both liked Dawn already.

"Oh hell yes." Ron said. "This is gonna be the best suicide mission I've ever been on."

"Ron!" Hermione snapped. She slapped him on the arm for good measure.


"Look guys." Buffy said. "I appreciate the cavalry coming in and all, but I really don't have anywhere to put any more people. So unless you're planning on sleeping on top of people..."

Hermione looked at Buffy. "Look, Miss Summers-"


"Buffy. We can solve your space problem. That's one of the reasons I'm here. Trust me?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"A bunch of wizards and witches all piled on top of each other in this place like sardines." Dawn muttered.

"As long as Draco can be on top of Willow... oh wait, he already did that." Harry said snickering.

Hermione's eyes shot to Draco. She had the most pleased expression on her face.

Ron's face busted into a wide smile. "Has wittle Dwakie found hisself a GIRLFRIEND? Finally. I mean, I beginning to think you and Harry were-"

"Hey!" Harry snapped.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh honestly."

"No, it's true Malfoy was about to get him some."

"Harry!" Hermione snapped.

He was still standing next to Dawn, hello. Dawn was laughing behind the hand covering her mouth.

Draco was shifting from foot to foot. He'd never been so flustered in his entire life. "No. No no no. That was a mistake. I didn't mean-"

"Malfoy!" Harry snapped.

Draco knew without even having to be told. He turned slowly. Willow was standing behind him with such a stricken expression on her face Draco thought someone had hit him in the guts. Willow spun on her heel and stormed off.

"Will." Buffy rushed after her casting a glare at Draco.

Dawn's arms were folded across her chest. She was giving him a look that clearly said 'you moron'.

Harry vocalized it. "You moron."

"Way to go, Malfoy, you whore." Ron said.

"What's all this then?" Spike said as he stepped into the kitchen avoiding the sunlight. He was only wearing his jeans, and the fly wasn't even buttoned. They hung low on his hips. The carvings the First had made on his torso to bloodlet him were still angry pink scars.

Dawn shut the blinds. "Sorry, Spike. Draco was just busy putting his foot in his mouth."

"Buffy?" Spike asked.


"Ah." Spike looked at Draco in sympathy. "I've been there, mate." He noticed Ron and Hermione just looking at him. "Who's the redheaded bloke and the dish?" He looked at Hermione oddly. "Two."

"Spike, don't be creepy." Dawn said.

Spike ignored her and placed his hand on Hermione's abdomen.

"Hey!" Ron shouted.

"Two heartbeats, pet. And I think it's a girl."

Hermione gasped.

"Hermione?" Ron squeaked.

"I meant to tell you when we were finished here. Honest."

"Hermione! You should not have apparated! You are going back immediately!"

"You are not to order me about! And stop shouting at me!"

Harry and Draco each grabbed one of Dawn's arms and guided her out of the kitchen. Spike didn't need to be guided. He followed just as quickly. He knew the beginnings of a good row when he saw one, and his head still felt a little fuzzy and he was headachy, so thank you, no.


Draco was pouting.

Harry was grinning at him.

"Potter, you wanker, stop cheesing at me like that. I'll knock your soddin' teeth out, I swear to Merlin, I will."

Dawn and Spike both started chuckling. The four of them were sitting in the Summers living room watching TV. Cartoons to be exact. The slayers in training were up and about. People were moving and scavenging for breakfast.

There was a loud pop and several screams.

Draco and Harry looked at one another. They bounded towards the kitchen. Spike and Dawn followed. Draco gaped at the sight before him. His mother with her back to Snape, both of them with their wands drawn and every single slayer in training lying on the floor under the petrificus, stakes gripped in frozen hands or lying next to them on the floor. Ron had both arms around Hermione and had pulled her into the corner of the door by the kitchen.


"This is your mom?" Dawn said coming around them.

Narcissa Malfoy didn't look like any mother Dawn had ever seen. She was wearing black robes like the scary looking guy with her. Her blonde hair was woven into a loose bun at the base of her skull. Her eyes were an icy blue color.

"Hello, darling."

"What... what... what..." Draco said gesturing to the incapacitated slayers.

"What I not supposed to? They DID attack first."

"You apparated into the kitchen... from nowhere. They aren't used to stuff like that, Mother. They're slayers in training. Naturally they attacked you."

"Oh dear. I didn't think about it like that."

"Undo it, please."

Snape was already leaning down and counter-cursing the girls.

"That was just wicked." One of them said as she sat up. "How did you do that?"

"I'm a witch, dear." Narcissa said.

"Like Willow?"

"No." Narcissa smiled. "There's no one quite like Willow."

Just then, the redhead appeared in the kitchen with Buffy.

"We heard fight-y noises. Is everybody... Cissa?"

"Willow, dearest, how are you? Oh you look so well. All rosy-cheeked and healthy." Narcissa said as she enveloped the younger woman in a tight hug.

"She's probably all rosy-cheeked for being pissed at Draco." Harry muttered.

Narcissa whipped around and turned her ice blue eyes on her son. "What did you do?"

Draco glared at Harry. "Thanks Potter."


Draco looked at all the people packed into the kitchen before he looked at his mother. "Can we take this elsewhere?"

"No." She clipped.

He shifted from foot to foot and ran a hand through his hair in an agitated manner.

"Draco Malfoy, what have you done?"

Willow arched an eyebrow at him. He looked at her, and she nearly gasped out loud. There was such intensity there.

"He kissed me." She whispered.

Narcissa gasped. Snape gave Draco that very droll look he'd perfected over they years.

Draco took a step towards her. "Can I talk to you? Outside or something? Alone please? There are things..."

"That I don't understand?"

"No, you'll understand them. You just may not like them."

Willow looked at him. "All right."

"Willow-" Buffy started.

Willow held up her hand. "It's ok."

"So..." Dawn said loudly as Willow pulled Draco out the back door. "You're Draco's mom. Are you her boyfriend?"

Draco heard Snape make a strangled noise as the door closed.

"Dawn is quite the character."

Willow arched an eyebrow at him. "I don't think we stepped out onto the back porch to talk about Dawn's little idiosyncrasies."

"No. You're right. We did not."


"Well, you asked to talk to me alone, Mr. Malfoy. So talk."

"Please don't call me Mr. Malfoy."

"All right... Draco."

"I didn't mean what I meant."

Willow looked at him in confusion.

"I mean, I meant it, but that's not what I meant."

"Already lost."

"It was a mistake to kiss you-"

Willow tried to brush past him back into the house. Draco grabbed her arms and kept her from doing so.

"But I don't regret it."

She blinked. "What?"

"I'm here to protect you. Not help myself. You've had a rough time of it from what I understand, and getting involved with me on any level wouldn't help you at all."

"What did your mother say about me?"

"Not much, but I've learned to hear what she doesn't say more than her actual words."

Willow blinked. She could feel it now... inside of him... old pain... like hers. Someone had damn near broken his heart once, and he'd gone self-destructive about it.

"You know, there's this saying from this movie... and it goes a little something like this... Life is pain, anyone who tells you differently is selling something."

He smiled a sad smile. "I could agree with that."

"Then agree with this."

She lurched up on her toes and pressed her lips to his. It was crazy, she knew this. It was also strangely right somehow. Like it was supposed to happen.

But Willow had once asked Oz when he knew that he liked her. He had replied the very instant he saw her... and she'd been dressed like an Eskimo at the time. Yes, Oz was an odd duck... er wolf. She'd never understood how he could have liked her so well upon a glance. He'd just said he knew by looking at her that there was something deep inside her that would compliment something within him so perfectly.

She'd never understood... until now.

She and Draco Malfoy had 'like' darknesses within them. And presently he was trying to burrow to hers by way of her mouth. Willow hadn't even noticed that she'd been lifted off the ground with strong arms wrapped around her back. Hers had somehow managed to get themselves around Draco's neck.

There was a loud pop.


Draco pulled back and held Willow protectively.

Willow blinked. There was a woman who looked a bit like Ron standing next to them blushing furiously. Her chin length red hair was tucked behind her ears. She had very warm brown eyes and a sprinkle of freckles across her nose. She was tiny too. Shorter than Willow even.


"Hullo, Draco."

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